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XXXII.

Fu' soon he rais'd his bent body, His bow he marvell'd sair, 250 Sin blows till then on him but darr'd[503] As touch of Fairly fair: Norse marvell'd too as sair as he To see his stately look; Sae soon as e'er he strake a fae, 255 Sae soon his life he took.